You're The One (Very Irresistible Bachelors #1) - Layla Hagen Page 0,85
you.”
“Hunter... that’s silly. It’s your house.”
“It’s our house. I miss making you hot chocolate, bringing it to you in that nook.”
“I miss the nook,” I said.
“The nook? Not me, the nook?”
“You too,” I admitted. I’d missed him since the second he left. I missed him so much, it felt as if I’d left a part of myself at the house. I had no idea what else to say. As if knowing I needed to change topics, he asked about my plans for the practice.
We spoke for longer than an hour, right until I heard a light knock at the front door.
“Wait, there’s someone at the door.”
“I know.”
I stopped walking. “Is... are you here?”
“No, but it sounds as if you wish I were.”
“How do you know there’s someone at the door?”
“Open up and you’ll see.”
Hunter had sent dinner for Tess and me. She wasn’t home yet, though. It wasn’t just any dinner, but sushi from my favorite restaurant.
I ate at the kitchen counter, straight from the take-out box.
“It’s delicious. No wonder it’s my favorite—hang on, are you trying to bribe me?”
“What makes you say that?”
“You do have a history of feeding me my favorite food when you try to talk me into something.”
“Okay, I confess. I do, and I’m not even sorry about it.”
“You’re not just devious. You’re downright shameless.”
“I’ve been advised to use my strengths... which include shameless tactics.”
“Who advised you?”
“Common friends.”
“Sounds like something Amelia would say.”
“Right on the first try.”
“I need to attend a function tomorrow evening. Come with me.”
“You think you’re going to have problems with the immigration office if you’re not seen with me?”
“I don’t care about the immigration office. I want you there as my wife. Sorry—I misspoke. As a friend.”
I chuckled, even as my chest filled with so much joy, I felt like doing a happy dance. I was going to see him.
“You misspoke? Really? That’s your excuse?”
“I’ve been advised not to pressure you... to give you your time.”
“And this is you following that advice?”
“I’m halfway there. But I think me not showing up at Tess’s place, throwing you over my shoulder, and taking you back home counts for something.”
“It definitely does.”
“I’m an impatient man.”
“And don’t I know that?”
“I just want us to spend time together, Josie. As friends, whatever makes you comfortable. I’ll be wearing a tux, by the way.”
“More bribing. Wow. You’re taking this to a whole new level.”
“You haven’t answered me yet.”
His voice was playful, but I detected worry behind all that. Apprehension. This was our decisive moment. And God, I wanted this so much. I wasn’t giving up on us as a couple. Yes, we were best friends, but wasn’t that the very best thing that could happen to a husband and wife?
Oh my god! That had been his exact plan with the phone calls. I smiled, shaking my head. He knew me so well.
“I’ll be there. And I’ll be wearing something pretty.”
The function tomorrow was about celebrating the opening of the school that Hunter’s company had built. It wasn’t a Ballroom Gala. It was a party in his honor at a restaurant.
“Then you’ll forgive me if I flirt with you, friend?”
“Hunter....”
“No, don’t answer that. My fault for asking anyway. I’ll pick you up at six.”
“Can’t wait.”
I was grinning by the time we said goodbye, hugging the phone to my chest.
The next morning, I woke up early with far too much energy. Running didn’t help shed it. On the contrary, I had more energy. Probably adrenaline.
If I thought I’d been nervous anticipating his calls, boy, that was nothing compared to how I felt now. I had Hunter on my mind. Lodged in my heart. Under my skin. To kill time, I started preparations for the night right after lunch, beginning with a trip to a nearby beauty store.
Half an hour later, I learned a valuable lesson: do not go to a beauty store when you’re on pins and needles.
You might end up emptying your bank account buying beauty products.
I came home with no less than four products for my hair and three for body care. The vendor had patiently explained how and when to use each, but I forgot all about it by the time I brought everything into Tess’s bathroom.
Holy hell. How was I going to make it through tonight if I was already such a nervous mess?
Come on, Josie. You’re a lawyer. You can still recite two hundred laws you learned six years ago. You will not be defeated by a freaking hair care program.